It’s the first evening in Paris…. I’m weary from changing trains all day, really wanting to sleep. But with camera in hand (not my hand, David’s hand) and no specific plan, I take off for the next adventure. I’m digging the vibe in Montparnasse and I stop at a large rond-point (rotary) to soak it all in. Turn to the left and BAM! The Eiffel Tower is shimmering in the far distance.
Like a child with a one-track mind, I fixate on the pretty sparkles. Immediately, I start walking towards it, I have to see it up close. I look again…. and it disappears, gone in an instant.
It was just there! Was it an illusion? Where is it? I didn’t have a plan before, but now the destination is clear: Find the Eiffel Tower. How far can it be? So I march in that general direction…. north, south, east or west? No clue, nor do I care. I’m in a haze crossing the street. Then I catch a glimpse of it again, peeking out, enticing me.
The sky changes from a medley of purples, pinks, and blues… melting into brilliant hues of sapphires.
The Eiffel Tower beckons.
It doesn’t occur to me to ask anyone for directions, or to refer to a map, or to take Le Métro – Hell, I don’t even know what time it is! I’m in a zone now, on a mission….
…. an accidental quest to find La Tour Eiffel..….